Stinky Skunk

Stinky Skunk watched the boy kicking stones and splashing in the puddles. He was moving closer and closer to where Stinky was hiding. Stinky lifted his tail, ready to react if the boy found him … he knew this child. He liked to collect things. Stinky didn’t want to end up in his collection, like Pickles once had. The boy jumped in another puddle, splashing mud and water up onto his shirt. He was about to jump again, bending his knees and preparing to leap in the air, when he stopped. 

“Kitty…” The boy took a step towards the bush.

“Caleb, time to go inside!”

A girl took the boy by the hand and pulled him towards the house. “Look at how muddy you are.” She sniffed the air. “And stinky. Now I have to give you a bath.”

“But I don’t want a bath, Sarwah. I like being muddy and stinky.”

“Well no one else enjoys it,” the girl laughed. “Now come on, mom’s bringing pizza home.”

Stinky watched the two disappear into the house and then came out of the bushes. He had to agree … being stinky was fun. Speaking of stink … the skunk sniffed the air. He smelled something yummy. There was a garbage can by the side of the house. The lid was up and the smell was coming from inside.

“Hmmm, let’s see what delicious treat waits me inside.”

“Please tell me you aren’t going to eat garbage.” Pickles said, hopping out from behind the can.

“Of course I am,” Stinky said. “You know the saying, garbage today, food tomorrow.”

“I’ve never heard that saying,” Pickles said.

“Besides,” Stinky said, climbing up onto the side of the garbage container, “you eat flies. Who are you to judge?”

“You eat flies too.”

“And fruit, insects, yummy yummy bacon … the things humans throw out … and, oh my ... YES! EGGS!” Stinky dove into the pile of garbage … or paradise. It’s all in the eye of the beholder.

“Eggs?” Pickles croaked.

Stinky stuck his head up. He had an egg shell in his mouth. “Rotten eggs. The best kind.”

The End